Three days ago, the falling rain
Gave life to limb and root.
And now the sage bursts forth in song,
Enriched by liquid loot.
A flower for each drop of rain;
Its beauty for the bow;
Glad earth's salute for thirst relieved,
For heaven's gentle flow.
Thus, front page of The Purple Sage,
With lavish editor,
Reports with blossoms the good news,
In headlines lavender.
Very pretty, Dennis. Lovely imagery, and great metaphor. When I came on here tonight, I checked to see if you were here yet. Welcome aboard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
G'day Dennis, as we say in Australia and good to see you here. An interesting observation - I also posted a poem with dropp in it and it was changed to dropp as in yours. I tried editing it to fix it but it wouldn't change so I had to dropp the idea.